Bishop Beska, Today You Will Definitely Die

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(Third update)

The wind howled, the rain lashed, and the wind and rain rustled as parasol leaves drifted down.

The night wind was bitter, the night rain freezing, and the killing intent grim.

The once bustling alleyway had now fallen silent, leaving only the wind and rain and the occasional sounds of battle. The doors and windows of the surrounding shops and homes were tightly shut, and no one dared stick their head out to look.

Yang Ming once again dodged a water snake condensed from the rainwater. At the same time, he raised his right hand, using the Mysterious Sword to block the bird-claw strike of the Spirit Hall deacon disguised as a general store owner.

The bird claws, coated in a ghostly green poison, scraped viciously across the narrow blade, producing fierce sparks and an awful, piercing sound like fingernails scratching a blackboard.

A trace of coldness flashed through his vertical yellow pupils. The Spirit Hall deacon twisted his waist in midair and violently kicked out with his right foot, the bird claw on it aimed directly at Yang Ming's throat.

Yang Ming's gaze shifted. Golden ripples spread behind him as the Weapon Martial Souls he had collected earlier—the pink cover, the broken Broken Blade, and the verdant Azure Bamboo—shot out like bullets. Their tremendous speed even tore through the night, producing shrill whistles.

More importantly, these seized Martial Souls were not merely fired as bullets. Every Weapon Martial Soul retained its own abilities.

For instance, the pink cover taken from Bule could control a person's body once it covered their head.

This Spirit Hall deacon had clearly suffered from it before. He immediately spread his feather-covered arms, intending to dodge away.

Yang Ming was sharp-eyed, and his peripheral vision had remained focused on Feng Baobao's battle.